Of coffee and cream
“Wake up pet,” he said and i moved to the sound of his voice. my head dropped back a bit and my lips opened as his scent fill my senses.
Half asleep and not sure whether it’s day or night. my body slowly emerging from a haze of last night’s sensations, i almost sighed but his fingers on my face soon got my full attention.
“Wake up,” his voice assisting the fingers that turned my mouth towards him and my hunger woke. His cock resting against my face, waiting to be served.
Soon my tongue reached out as he teased the glistening tip against my lips, and i moaned in frustration. Round and round, barely allowing me a taste, he teased, smiling, watching.
my lips opened further, wider, my mouth aching, my whole body arching, rising to his throbbing lust. Every part of me wide awake and begging to please. my hips opened, revealing more wet and willing flesh, still dampat the memory of last night.
“Oh i do love to see you beg, little one,” he said. “So many options, and all so sweet and wet for me,” he sighed, pressing the head of his cock into the slick of my waiting mouth.
“So ripe and ready, so pleasing you are,” he groaned, thrusting deeper, taking my breath away, taking his warm and wet and hungry mouth, faster, my hunger serving his pleasure, his pleasure feeding me.
“Fuck,” he groaned, leaving me gasping for breath as his ecstasy filled my throat, mewling through my nose it seemed, oh how he took his pleasure, how he filled his ripe and ready little mouth.
Finally he relaxed, the last drops trickling into my throat, his fingers rubbing my swollen lips as he pulled out. “you missed the coffee, the cream will have to do,” he smiled.
“Thank you, Daddy,” a whisper from a swollen throat, a very content cat indeed.
Because they are mine. Because I do not know the word inappropriate when it comes to my property. Because I love touching you. Because your hair is just as much a leash as it is a part of your head. Because your ass belongs in my hand. Because touching you exerts my control, remind you who you are and what I can do to you.
In short, because I love you.
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